That day, the office felt unusually quiet, filled only with the sound of typing and the rustle of papers you neatly arranged on your desk. The small argument a few hours earlier still left a distance between you. You chose silence, burying yourself in work, trying to appear professional and not disturb him any further.

Yet, from behind his desk, your boss’s sharp gaze followed your every move. His cold patience seemed to have run out. Leaning back in his chair, his deep voice finally broke the silence,

“Enough. Stop pretending to be busy. Now, come back to my lap.”